Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ancient Animagus Fanfiction

Even Morwen stood in the back, cloaked in gray, watching. He’d planned this. He wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone. I closed the book. Set it down gently. “Fine,” I said. He smiled. “No running. No vanishing. No tricks.” “No,” I agreed. “Just the truth.” He raised his hands. And the world bent. Ancient power poured from him,older than the academy, older than the Queen’s door. The air thickened. Shelves trembled. Runes flared on the floor, awakened by his will. He wasn’t just Kieran anymore.

Taking a step forward, it felt as if time had come to a complete halt as we watched him slowly fall to the floor. Viktoria’s POV I honestly thought it was over for me and my dad! I saw Fynn under the ancient’s spell and all I could do was pray that whatever happened, Fynn would at least be there for our son! Fynn had to survive. “You were meant to be my mate!” The ancient spoke inside my mind and I tried to fight him. “You sullied yourself with that wolf!” I could feel him rummaging through my memories as his disgust grew. I didn’t dare look at Fynn because I was scared it would draw the attention of the ancient to Fynn and we needed him to fire that arrow without the ancient knowing.

“You don’t know what you have done, you fools!” “Sure,” Tony replied to Meguitte, ignoring the prisoners. “Won’t be long.” “How is Harry?” She asked him, and he paused, catching hold of the doorframe. He shrugged, a muscle twisting in the corner of his jaw. “Still feeding the corpse blood, as if they think it will do something,” he said grimly. “There’s no sign of change, though Harry swears the hand-wound is looking better. Won’t let us look though. Won’t let anyone beyond the doorway, not even the ancients who come to donate. Harry will drink from them, and then feed the corpse themselves.”

Almost the same as the werewolf mindlink. Anyway, Harold figured out that someone was toying with him. Someone who knows ancient magic. As he thought of this, a face popped into his mind. The face of a woman who has a striking resemblance to Summer. This woman was mostly cloaked in an invisibility spell. Harold managed to see her because he has always been able to see through invisibility cloaks. A wave of certain anger consumed him and he roared so loud that even the snake halted. "Show your face, you sneaky witch. Who are you? Why are you busy disrupting my portals? If it's the last thing I do, I will kill you today."

Two days passed and there wasn't any sign of magic in the air. They all memorized a few easy spells and took some different places in the study room, away from each other, to concentrate fully, with some tiny objects. Leo looked at the small pea kept on the table, annoyingly. Failing for the 1000th time, he decided in his mind that this was his last try. He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the pea and whispered the transformation spell, "Mutatio."

"Come on, darling," Mr. Darking said, extending his hand towards the Chronically Delayed Bunny. The bunny hopped onto his palm with a grateful smile. "We should go back to school. They are searching for you everywhere. It's no longer safe to continue our magical trip." "May I bring the bunny?" I asked shyly. "Of course, honey," Mr. Darking replied, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. Mr Darking touched my forhead gently casting e sleeping spell on me. And I felt even dizzier.

“Done.” Staring at me, Harry threatened to kiss me, but I put my hands up, interrupting his advance. “Oh, darling, you wouldn't want your brother to notice that, would you?” I smiled innocently, pretending to be upset. “We'll have time for that later.” “Of course…” Harry reluctantly stepped back. “Where were you going?” “I want to see if this has any use when it comes to restraining the beast. I can control it, but who knows, maybe we can extract its strength and transfer its dominance to you!” I stared at him confidently.

"Close your eyes." He eyed me suspiciously before closing his eyes. I walked behind him just to make sure. Taking a deep breath, I focused, channeling the ancient magic that hummed within my veins, the legacy of the Whitetower family. It felt like riding a wild river as it washed through me, changing me. Bones shifted, fur sprouted, senses heightened. When the tremors subsided, I stood, no longer on two legs but on four, my paws sinking into the mossy earth. I was a wolf, sleek and gray, the moonlight already shimmering on my pelt. I nudged him with my nose. He turned around. He gasped, then chuckled as his gaze fell on me in awe and joy.

It was as though his veins were rejecting the red in them. When he opened his eyes, they were nothing but a void, black, almost resembling holes punched into a face. At my side eye, I caught a sight of Higan nodding his head in a manner that suggested he was acknowledging the entity. It looked so appalling. “Vorare,” Higan spoke like a priest, half hoping his god would look his way. “I feed you now, A lupomancer. She's stronger than the sorceresses who sealed you. She’s yours. In exchange—”

All we can do is wait for my grandfather to remember his spell. "Is there a way we can help you remember the spell grandfather" I offer politely. I am desperate to get rid of the Ornan ghost from our life. The bits and pieces I saw in his interaction with Althea, my past self is frightening. I was scared for Althea before I found out that she is me in the past. After I found out that we are the same and his obsessive behavior when he possessed Amber is outright frightening. "I have books back in my house. They have all the ancient spells. If we start our search from there, we might find something useful" lord Agamanan suggested.